Letra de Underground Rapstar
Every rapper in the house Shut the fuck up Every rapper in the house Shut the fuck up Every rapper in the house Shut the fuck up Don’t go against The Weathermen You gonna get fucked up And I ain’t fucked up now bluffin’ the basics Left stuff in the Asics From that kid puffin’ the Matrix I let my brain cells fight it out until the lighter out You ain’t even got hands to hold the guns you write about Ain’t got a heater and why Cage need more than four fists I stay puttin’ it down and don’t come off this Complice not needed spray dolo with more Letter combinations in my blood than K-Solo LSD, THC, PCP The only three I need left is GED You know you can’t stand the manic Even if you don’t get the picture the point of view’s still panoramic Chemical organic leaf is cloudin’ Get your contact back in three plus two thousand This is federal hate, the dead are awake, the medical’s great This is the life of an underground rapstar Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything This is the life of an underground rapstar You spit it, you bit it, and then you got your car kitted, you get it This is the life of an underground rapstar Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine This is the life of an underground rapstar This is my brain on drugs, these are the drugs on my brain I stab the shit out of Clyde Just like I bludgeoned his dame After I fucked her insane That sex pistol got a chest to spray The fuck you think my identity was born yesterday Been the prince of leaks since the purple rain was in the street I parted the projects with ??? In the Beamer, my gun next to drink in my glass This incredible ho, lick on her incredible ass Lick with care Snake Plissken drift in and tear off Escape from New York and come back when the ‘shish wear off Personality pair off ‘til my skin frays Been off for ten days, feel like two, still light blue The blast Ferrari bed ain’t forgivin’ a ho for givin’ up sorry head Vintage electronic and Barbie wed Labels try to hype you up like you goin’ fight Royce Like Def Jam fucked around and signed the wrong white boy This is federal hate, the dead are awake, the medical’s great This is the life of an underground rapstar Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything This is the life of an underground rapstar You spit it, you bit it, and then you got your car kitted, you get it This is the life of an underground rapstar Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine This is the life of an underground rapstar This is the life of an underground rapstar This is the life of an underground rapstar This is the life of an underground rapstar This is the life of an underground rapstar